memories

Memories Of A.M.
7-6-09

Early start again
Hallelijiah, hooray, hosanna
My main tool is my pen
A conduit and a sluice to recollections of Mistress Anna
She left me for a dude who was six foot four
So I got mad and called her a whore
By my own conscious choice
I forgive all who have done me ill
As love is by one's heart and not by skill
I'm clean again
I feel so much better now....




I Pray For The Power To Work
7-6-09

Time to prove it all night once again
I make the best of the time that remains
Before once more I face my lion's den
Seem to acquire split personalities
Of the prophets and apostles
As in a spiritual sense I still seek out dinosaur fossils
They took the bones to determine the appearance of their exterior
As it is of a truth that no creature is inferior
Time to prove it all night once more
I bring in the full moon to obtain my ammunition
For when I return to my store...